A fact of life is that it one day must end. When someone you love dearly dies you can't help but feel pain, a sadness that robs the world of its light. I've felt it far too many times and I know I have to feel it again some day. All we can ever really do is smile because we have to know that the person we weep for would want us to be happy.

While writing this I did cry and still i want to cry because of the memories it brings up. Memories of my uncle who died a few years back after suffering for quite a while with Alzheimer. It killed me to walk up to him while he was alive, my favourite uncle and me one of his favourite nephews, and have him not even know who I was. When he died I felt a great loss and even now the memory hurts me. Still, I smile because I know he is in a better place now. I love him and I always will.

On a lighter note, I now have a new story I can actually post as approved for general audience. Some may say I should post it mature cause of language or some such thing but I don't ever plan to.